In another clearing in the Forbidden Forest, Hallie's figure suddenly appeared.

When she had a hunch that she might have to face an enemy who was not weak, Harley placed several magic mirrors and wands in advance in the forest, so that she could change positions at any time or use the mirror to shuttle.

It was meant to be a last resort, but for now, Hallie's early work was not in vain.

After stabilizing her figure, Harley didn't think much of it, but quickly put on her gloves and pulled out the bottle of decomposition from her bag.

The unicorn's skull at Harry's feet was still bleeding silvery-blue blood.

Harley carefully aligned the mouth of the bottle with the blood, and quickly collected a full bottle.

At the same time, she also dipped her gloves in the blood a little, and came to her eyes to study it carefully.

Although her strength is no longer there, Harley's knowledge is still broad enough.

"The smell of the curse comes from the unicorn's dying resentment." Hallie muttered to herself,

"And toxins, toxins against the flesh, the flesh that drinks blood will be in a half-dead state forever."

After determining the truth that the unicorn's blood contained a curse, Harley infuses the bottle of disintegration with spirituality, accelerating the decomposition of the unicorn's blood.

Soon, the silvery blue color of the unicorn's blood turned into two parts of liquid, silver and blue.

Among them, the silver liquid also contained a strong curse smell.

However, Harley is not worried about the curse. The witch herself is a master at playing with curses, and Harley has knowledge far beyond what a witch should have.

Although Harry's current level can't remove the curse directly, she has a more ingenious plan.

After arranging the spiritual wall around her, Harley quickly placed three candles on the ground and sprinkled various hydrosols and essential oils around them.

She lit three candles, then stabbed her wrist with her hair again, soaking up the blood and placing it in a glass bottle, severing herself from the blood.

After making all the preparations, Harley poured the pure blood of the unicorn into her own blood and performed the ritual at the same time.

Suddenly, the spirit surged, and Hallie's blood quickly mixed with the unicorn blood.

After a violent tumbling and boiling, the unicorn's bright silver blood precipitated from the liquid and flew out of the bottle of its own, suspended in midair.

Harley catches the blood of the unicorns with a small black bowl. The blood is full of spirituality, but the curse is gone.

Harley nodded in satisfaction and ended the ceremony. She simulated drinking unicorn blood with blood that had lost contact with her, but was still vibrant.

In this way, these unmanipulated curses were successfully deceived by Harley with the help of the ritual and merged into the discarded blood.

As for the unicorn blood, it is re-preseded with the aid of another ritual.

"As long as the mind does not slip, there are always more ways than difficulties!" Harley hummed the famous words left by Russell the Great and skillfully took out the various materials.

The unicorn's blood is draining spirituality, so Hallie is ready to concoct the potion tonight.

Harley poured all sorts of ingredients into an empty bottle before solemnly adding the unicorn's blood.

The liquid in the bottle had turned a brilliant silver color, and there was a little starlight mixed in with it.

Harley strengthened the spiritual wall again, and then drank the potion without hesitation.

The potion was cold, but it was like lava in her stomach and quickly filled Hallie's stomach.

Harley could clearly feel the viscous, star-glowing, bright silver liquid finally breaking down in her stomach and spreading to every corner of her body.

Then came a soul-wrenching pain.

Hallie fell to the ground, but she was unable to stand up at all, but curled up in a ball, convulsing continuously.

Her vision blurred, and she felt like something was slowly peeling away from her mythical creature.

At the same time, Harley felt that her spirituality was becoming more active, and her strength was gradually recovering.

This state lasted only five minutes before it ended, and Harley slowly stretched out and barely got up from the ground.

She let out a violent cough and coughed up a gelatinous substance.

It was the extraordinary property of the Lawyer's Path Sequence Six Corrupted Baron, mixed with many other substances, and contaminated with the bioform of Harry's mythology.

If you want to use it to make potions, the person who drinks it will either become crazy or die violently.

However, Harley wasn't going to use it to make potions, but to make them into seals.

Anyway, the creation of seals is very simple, with some auxiliary materials, the extraordinary properties can be remade into potions, and then poured onto any normal object.

The next thing is the waiting time, and as for what seals will be produced, it is completely up to luck.

And Hallie's luck has always been good, and it seems that the whole world is pampering her.

If it weren't for the fact that Harley didn't know the angel of the monster path, she would have thought that she was blessed by some angel of fate.

Harley checked her strength. She waved her hand slightly, and the trees around her were instantly covered with strange silk threads.

The silk thread seemed to come alive in her hands, constantly changing into various shapes, flexible as if it were an extension of Hallie's fingers, which could perform all kinds of difficult movements, and even assist Hallie's core abilities.

Harley nodded in satisfaction and put the thread away. As for the Witch of Pleasure's core abilities, she wasn't ready to test it, and she didn't have a place to test it.

After all, Hallie is just a little girl.

Ending her familiarity with her own strength, Harley admired the extraordinary characteristic.

Although it cannot be made into a seal in a short period of time, with the infection of her mythical creature form, Harley can also use it to a certain extent if she suffers negative effects.

After determining her current strength, Harley laughed silently, but her eyes were full of coldness.

The previous demigod was already in a state of serious injury, and he also forcibly invaded other people's bodies.

Coupled with the sudden increase in his strength, Harry dared to conclude that the demigod had used a strengthening method with extremely side effects.

And after such a long time, no matter what the means of reinforcement, it should be nearing the end.

"Then it's my turn, I'm going to enjoy the hunt." Hallie hummed a tune and made a simple orientation.

The tool for positioning is the flaming throwing knife from earlier. When the knife burns, it does not dissolve into nothingness like the magic mirror, but is burned by the flames.

So there was a little bit of spiritual dust that had fallen on the injured demigod's body and allowed Harley to locate it.

It was believed that the badly injured demigod had no chance to examine himself, so Harley was still quite sure.

However, the result of the location was unexpected, and it pointed to Hogwarts Castle.

Could it be that the injured demigod wants to go back and continue to disguise himself as Professor Quirrell? Or is he trying to steal something?

But it's none of Hallie's business, after all, in Hallie's eyes, he's already a dead man.

Dead people don't need to say so much, just direct channeling. Hallie has mastered the magical ritual of channeling.

Harley quickly finished the scene, recovered all the materials, and managed to put the poor unicorn's head in place.

Harley then quickly moved towards Hogwarts Castle, chasing in the direction of the demigod she had located.

"Come, celebrate the reappearance of a Witch of Pleasure with the life of a badly wounded demigod!"

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